French version the english version below the pictures
Tu es symboliquement, sur le fil du rasoir entre la vie et la mort ?
Pourrais-tu décrire un peu la version mâle de la Créature,
et comment elle fonctionne?
Tu as voulu devenir cheval, ces sabots?
Tu es déjà rentré au Canada, j'ai envie de
te poser une dernière question. Tu sais que l'on parle beaucoup
de désir de retour au ventre maternel dans l'enfermement et cet
état de béatitude recherché par les masochistes et
les fétichistes. On parle de cordon ombilical qui subsisterait
symboliquement. On parle du besoin en quelque sorte de nourriture maternelle.
Dans ton matériel et dans tes rêves tout est lié par
l'électricité. Comme si le cordon qui se relie à
toi véhiculait de l'électricité, l'inépuisable
nourriture de la Mère. L'électricité qui passe d'un
wagon à l'autre dans les tramways? Cette électricité
qui passe dans ton corps serait-ce une sorte de source inépuisable
de nourriture maternelle qui te mettrait en état d'extase? Je me
suis souvent posé une autre question, quand un homme se fait pénétrer
le canal de l'urètre par une sonde, renverse-il son sexe masculin
en un sexe féminin? Une queue subvertie en vagin?
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JG-Leathers is certainly one of the most unusually persons on the international scene.
He visited me twice for eight days, during his stay in Paris, I always found his company agreeable, for he is a man of perfect upbringing, distinguished, and intelligent.
His fantasy is being enclosed in his ‘Creature’.
He has created a special one-piece suit with an elaborate restraint and discipline harness. Amongst the many, sometimes terrifying aspects of this structure, his breasts and penis are suckled by means of variable strength vacuums, and at the same time, electrical stimulation is introduced to the male organ by means of a brass ‘sound’, this inserted in the channel of the urethra. Simultaneously, a separately controllable butt plug of the same metal has been fitted for his additional sensory experimentation.
The electricity flows everywhere: penis, nipples and breasts, nose, ears, buttocks, and lower belly. It is really quite an incredible arrangement to both see … and to control!
Many different materials are used for his carapace: leather, latex, and copper, as well as a veritable garden of flexible plumbing hoses and long, black, coiled, electrical cords to both transmit the vacuum to the breasts and penis, and for the electrical stimulation. Amongst the other things employed are modified rubber plungers, normally used for blocked drains, and other appliances that he has created to heighten the sensations of bondage and sexual stimulation. The breast cups are positioned on his chest: clamped tightly in place by the harness, and when the air is sucked out, his breasts are stretched like those of a woman.
His gas-mask/ helmet combination was purchased and modified to assist in the removal of the primary senses (sight and hearing), as well as to act as a means for the dominatrix to ensure breath control. Too, it also muffles any cries, and can be employed with a gag; although this is truly a dangerous type of play. The mask is equipped with a drinking tube so that he can be both fed and watered without having to remove it, and thus permits long time enclosure and training or correction.
But let’s speak with him now.
When I try to understand a humanoid as unusual as you, I am tempted to use nomadic psychoanalysis. Will you forgive me?
Mais, certainment, Madame! (But of course, Madam!).
So what are the most striking memories of your childhood?
I have an image fixed in my mind, of children who are starting to walk and are ‘controlled’ to prevent them doing harm. They are kept in a harness linked to their mother’s hand by a lead and the image has stayed with me from my earliest days.
Control, for me, is always, obviously, important. Whether it is a case of me exerting it, or control OF me by my play partner, I am haunted by this idea, and also by that of control at a distance.
Is that the only image ?
No, certainly. One day I went with my parents to an air-show, and at this demonstration the parachutists wore harnesses. I was literally enchanted. They also wore helmets with screen type visors to protect their faces; these resembling the types worn by fencers, and for some reason this combination greatly excited me; but I couldn’t understand the fascination.
Then, there were the trams with the carriages linked to each other by an enormous cable, an electric accordion if you will, as well as their steel joining shackles! Even today, I ask myself, why did those trams and their means of connection fascinate me so much? I never understood the reason; but I’m, patient, and hopefully, the day will come.
You have given birth, or should I say, have created the artefact you call your Creature. Can you explain to me how that happened? How did you make this transition from a dream to reality?
As a child, I always drew the things my imagination offered, and that I could not express verbally. It was in my drawings, and later writing, that I developed the plans for my Creature. Everything started at about the age of twelve, I believe. I collected binders of my drawings, then someone stole them; but that was no great problem, for everything was very vivid in my head and I could create it all again from these detailed and intense visions. The fantasy continued and I spent a lot of time drawing that which it was impossible to explain, with an at that time, inadequate vocabulary. I drew without too much understanding of my emotions and desires; but for me it was enjoyable, and my skills accumulated as I continued. My drawings were a connection with my most secret desires, and therefore, very early on, mixed in with and accented my sexuality. I liked then, and still do, to explore my reactions and sensations, and so asked myself why my instinct pushed me to act like this. There was no apparent logical answer, and I was happy enough, so continued, at last beginning to develop some skills there also. I suppose you could say I was expanding my repertoire, even then! (Smiles)
I suppose there were evasions, mystic moments so often incomprehensible in the eyes of others?
It was quite a secret for me. At around ten years of age, I realised that I was different from my peers. As a child I liked to tie up my playmates with rope, as well as to construct all sorts of suspension apparatus, and knew I could do it without any problem. Society tacitly accepts that children will play these innocent games; in North American terms, the war between Cowboys and Indians. However, I lived with an almost obsessive desire for the bondage of women. Somewhere along the way, without anyone teaching me, I understood that my actions and desires would not be accepted by society. It was dangerous to continue to play these childish ‘tie-up’ games, as I matured.
By instinct, and without anyone’s prompting, I continued to write, and in this way I relieved the internal pressures. I had a minimal understanding of myself; but all of my fantasies were expressed in my stories, and still are, and in this way I handle not being able to do it in reality.
Perhaps I should have told someone; but teen-age embarrassment had arrived and I did not. Nevertheless, I had a need to communicate, and that I could do only in writing. Nobody read these stories, and they weren’t really very good anyway; but for me it was a self-prescribed therapy. I was, strictly speaking, and as far as I knew at the time, normal, yet I had to cope with it. I wanted to experience these visions myself, to control a female, and also to put myself in their place and be under control as a female; but that wasn’t in the cards I’d been dealt, and so I was forced to invent The Creature by sheer necessity. (Smiles)
Whenever we’ve met, you always have quite large breasts! Now, I know these are silicon prostheses, and of excellent quality, for I’ve felt both their weight and resilience, and they adhere perfectly to your skin. You seem to enjoy being endowed with them! Strangely though, most of the time, you wear a man’s shirt, and most often, a long leather skirt. Why? There is nothing feminine about that skirt! And you also wear men’s footwear! I see also that you wear your hair very long: below shoulder length, and it is fastened back behind your neck with a very pretty silver clasp. Obviously, this adds to your desire to move towards femininity?
Well, Maitresse, there are a couple of reasons for my mismatched clothes. (Smiles) As to wearing a man’s shirt ... to be honest, I do not own very many women’s blouses or other truly feminine upper garments. As to the skirt ... I like the feel and look of leather, and very much enjoy wearing a dress or a skirt, and I do it as often as is possible. Certainly, there is nothing too feminine about the fact that it is a leather garment; but, it IS a skirt. (Smiles)
My foot wear ... I like a moderate high heel, about 10 cm. This height isn’t too extreme because my feet can’t take them for very long periods, just like most middle-aged women I know (another smile). Generally, around the house, and especially if I’m working in my shop, I tend to stick to, ‘sensible’ shoes. Many times I wear the horse shoe shod knee boots, for I like their substantial weight, the noise they make, and the restrictions they impose on the way I walk. These boots were purchased from Kayser’s in Sidney, Australia.
My hair? ... I grew up in a family with military traditions, during the 1960's, and short hair was the rule. At that time, I never had the opportunity to experiment with longer styles, and so, as I’ve matured, I decided that I would like to. Now, I am accepted with this length and style as sort of a trademark, if I may be so bold.
Paradoxically, you have the allure of authority ... a military presence I believe. You have the nobility of an officer, as well as that of a woman of the world! It is a strange mixture, and very fascinating! But you are not one of those men I call ‘she-males’ ... ones who dress in a very feminine way, complete with make up and a higher voice. You, when not wearing your Creature, resemble more of an Amazonian woman. You are not Diana, Queen of the Amazons, but are closer to that ancient goddess Athena, sprung directly from the head of Zeus as a warrior. You have something of the essence of a phallic woman.
What do you think?
Maitresse, thank you for your very kind words. They are much appreciated. I am a former officer of the Air Force, and both my father and my grandfather were sergeant majors in the Army. I suppose I was programmed to be a military person; but, “c’est la vie”. My destiny was and IS different. I wear the nearest I can get (at this time) to female breasts; but concealed by a man’s shirt. However I long to wear the full ensemble of women’s clothing and jewellery properly and make no fuss about who I am or what I dress like. I do not attempt the artifice of make-up, nor do I attempt to modify the manner or depth of my voice, for I am who I am.
Occasionally, I have found female friends who will assist me, and I have always greatly enjoyed and treasured those too brief times.
Do you think that you look more like a lesbian than a girl?
Perhaps I do; but it isn’t an issue with or for me. We all must follow our own path, and disregard the comments of others not as daring. As I mentioned, and for comfort, I occasionally wear men’s shoes when I must; but mostly women’s. I enjoy wearing high-heels in the street, with a long latex or leather skirt if I am going to a party. Seldom have I ventured out in alone in my female persona. I only go out fully dressed (, and only) when I have understanding and accepting friends along as moral support.
Let’s speak about the realisation of your first creation. You moved from drawing, to invention, to living sculpture, correct?
Yes. A light came on when I eventually came to understand that I could create “The Creature”, this vision of my dreams and a device with which I could fuse myself in latex. It took a long time; but nearly everything I dreamt of has come to pass. The realisation that I could actually create The Creature was not a great revelation because, perhaps unconsciously, over the years I had learned the techniques for working with leather, metal, wood, latex, and electricity.
“Maitresse, give me the tools and I am able to create very nearly anything I or you can imagine.” (Big smile here)
My first ‘Creature’, I made on my uncle’s farm, in one of the seldom-used barns. I used existing horse’s harnesses, and modified them to fit my body. In this building, there was a large open space for hay storage, crossed by big beams, and in there I constructed my first, ‘purpose built’ mechanism for suspending myself. I did not understand how dangerous doing this alone was; but my desire to experience the sensation was far stronger than my ability to resist it. I survived. Why? I don’t know. I was then seventeen years old and had continued to draw and produce more and more complex situations. To that point, this experiment was one of the most intense experiences, and wanted more and more of the same kind of deep excitation.
Sometime later, following the family tradition, I became deeply involved in the military. That was a new separation for me. In the role of an officer I had to castrate all my desires; but for 5 years, I thought about them endlessly. I remained stoical and touched nothing of my secret needs for that period, and was a responsible member of my service. Again, I knew that what I lived in my head would not be accepted. It was a very difficult period, and eventually I rebelled against accepting my destiny, for I deeply wanted to be an owned and controlled woman! Strange isn’t it? I began writing once more, and in these newest literary excursions, became lost in the worlds I longed to live in. I love to write, and as I child, was always top of the class in composition and story telling abilities.
Some years later I met my wife and asked her to marry me.
At the very beginning, I decided to risk all, and explained my desires and needs to her. She, being the wonderfully understanding and accepting person she is, and remains to be nearly twenty-five years later, took me at face value and a year later we got married and bought an apartment on the sixteenth floor of an apartment block.
The construction of the first Creature was noisy, and I am sure drove all of my neighbours crazy; but I couldn’t stop for anything. My first version was born and had a gestation period of nine months, just like a baby.
In all, I’ve probably made thirty different versions of The Creature. My first was a human horse harness, in which I imagined myself as a female, to be kept confined in the restraining and controlling leather web. It was complete with a bridle, bit, and reins, and truly, it was then and is today, a VERY strict and controlling creation. In it I was able to relive all of my childhood dreams; but now, I wanted them to be more refined than those which I had created before.
Nothing held me back, and so I was both the coachman and the pony girl. Fantasy is always like this. I wanted to be both controlled and at the same time hold the reins myself! I could not satisfy all these needs completely, and my wife does not have any desire to play these games; but she is a most understanding lady. She has no objections to my seeking out and exploring my sensory world with like-minded female partners.
However, women who accept the realisation of such allegories are practically impossible to find. I have been fortunate enough to discover you, Maîtresse, as well as a few others who are able to approach my visions, understand them, and become interested. There are many others, even within the BDSM scene, who take me for a madman, nevertheless. Again, c’est la vie.
I am, in essence, a ‘Master’, for it seems I must always be the one who operates the controls; but I too wish to experience the feelings of being more than a self-bound occupant of The Creature, also. I need the knowledge that I CANNOT escape it with my own resources, and am at the mercy of the Dominatrix ... however cruel she may decide to be. Alas, my Creature is so complicated that it is difficult to find someone with the skill and empathy to employ my creation properly, to its full potential, and so be controlled as completely as I would wish. I am obliged to instruct the dominatrix in her duties.
So, your ‘Creature’ ... what does it do exactly?
Its primary function is to command and control. The Creature is without immediate sexuality; but, this most basic of human drives soon becomes apparent, for I created it to be sexual by its very intent and design. It is a female aspect of me, perhaps the actual, concrete realisation of a desire to be vulnerable and subject to outside discipline and control. For women who have worn and been a captive within it, she changes into a more talented and sinister device, I have been told.
Will it be the belly of a man who is pregnant?
I don’t know if it could be explained that way, Maitresse. Perhaps the desire to experience pregnancy is part of it; but I believe one of the more important aspects is to experience, albeit in a small way, the sexual sensation a woman attains from intercourse. Of course, that is biologically impossible for a man, unless one is an hermaphrodite (which I’m not); and so I concentrate on expanding the sensual and sexual feelings and sensations a male is capable of experiencing within the context of The Creature. Does that make ANY sense at all? (smiles)
It is almost a person; but not completely. Initially, there is no sexuality; but again, that depends on the circumstances, the mental imagery generated by the occupant, and the length of time spent within its embrace. The entire concept is definitely a sensory organ enhancement, mine; but it is also a vision; a goal to be achieved. The line of escape for the brain is to enter into a different world, and this Creature I have created speeds that transition and process. To me, the mental imagery is VERY important, for without those perceptions, it does not work.
Without curiosity and the desire to understand, there are no emotions. One can expect nothing without comprehension, without exploring your physical and mental sensations.
I employ The Creature to selectively eliminate the majority of the normal senses, and to concentrate my mind, or that of the wearer, on their sexuality. The primary sense, vision, I eliminate by employing a thick rubber gas mask and helmet, then, when all else has been fitted and attached, I concentrate on the erogenous zones of the body: the breasts, ass, and genitals, because all the other senses have intentionally been made to disappear. The endorphins created by the cascade of sensations from just wearing The Creature, and those also generated by the body when its electrical and vacuum talents are employed, bring about a strong sexual excitation. It’s a natural drug that goes directly to the more primitive areas of the brain, stirring these murky areas.
The mirages created by the person in The Creature take on an extraordinary dimension. Voyages such as the ones I take within my creation just don’t exist in the ordinary world, and are adventures inconceivable to the majority of mortals.
You are, perhaps, symbolically on a razor’s edge between life and death?
Yes. With my experiences in The Creature, I am still always terrified, even now after many of them; but this terror is tremendously exciting! Perhaps I am close to death, but I am not in real fear of the experience. It is not a concrete one; but fantasy that can be very close to reality.
The question I ask myself is: how far I can go and yet come back? The line between death and life is here ... I come back or I fall. Self-bondage with The Creature is possible; but can be dangerous, and is therefore a deeply thrilling experience. Perhaps I’ve taken hedonism to a new limit? (Smiles)
Could you describe the male version of The Creature a little, and how it works?
The shoulder harness is a kind of very strict brassiere, within which the breasts and nipples can be subjected to electrical stimulation, and are, all the while, being strongly sucked at by a pulsating vacuum. It is very stimulating to experience and to imagine what it would feel like upon a true, female breast.
Lower down, I have a belt that serves to corset the waist; it acting as the central anchoring point for the entire thing. (Further down) Of Course there is a piece that goes between the legs, and it acts as a mounting point for the penis suction/electrical tube and the butt plug. The penis tube is a very capable device, and can also be combined with a substantial, brass butt plug in order to direct the electrical flow through the prostrate; thus heightening the sensations for a male wearer. Another option is possible with electricity in that area. The Dominatrix inserts a long, thick, brass probe into the canal of the urethra, once the harness is being worn, then when everything is connected to the control panel, the electro-shocks are transmitted to the probe, radiating out through the organ to the inner, copper wall of the penis tube, at the same time as the suction is activated. Not only is this psychologically intimidating; but the use of the vacuum ensures that the penis erects involuntarily, and so is also a tremendously arousing sensation! But that isn’t the only thing happening down there! At the lower levels and cycling of the TENS unit, a further strong excitation of the flesh occurs, and the erection becomes extremely strong. Coupled with all of the preceding, the vacuum on the penis acts to literally drag the male shaft further out along the brass sound; literally skewering it for its full length!
This physical change in the dimension is a planned result, of course. By changing the length of the electrical contact area of the penis against the liner, the sensations also change in their nature, becoming ever more intense and wide spread. Also foremost in the mind of the wearer, is the knowledge that his very manhood has been penetrated, and this ‘rape’ cannot be escaped until the Mistress feels a desire to free him. It is a most intimidating situation to find one’s self in, I can assure you. (Smiles)
I employ two vacuum pumps, and two milking machine pulsator valves; one set for the breasts, and one for the penis, so that the suction is not lessened and can be provided at varying cycles. Today, I have everything in place at my home; but it was all developed over many years, to bring it to this state of completion. Now, it is truly a Discipline, Control, and Training device, that is VERY effective, and even for me, still very scary to be a prisoner within.
You wanted to become a horse, with the boots you now have?
It was a wonderful dream, and I have since fulfilled much of it.
I first saw the hoofed and horseshoe soled boots of my friend Christine some years ago and knew then that I HAD to have a pair of them for myself. Hers were the ankle high version (made by Kayser’s, in Sidney Australia), and although I wanted them immediately, there was a four year delay. Two years ago I actually got to meet their creator when I visited Australia; but I could not buy them at that time, and so purchased them this year in May. I received them in August. Their acquisition is only the continuing evolution of a dream that will never, truly, be perfect.
You have already returned to Canada but I want to ask you one last question. You know that people talk a lot about the desire to return to the maternal womb, to be in that blessed state sought by masochists and fetishists. People talk about the umbilical cord that subsists symbolically, and speak of some kind of maternal feeding. In your creations, both written, in the form of The Creature, and in your dreams, everything is connected by electricity, as if the cord which links you is electrical; the inexhaustible nutrition of the mother … the electricity which passes from one carriage to another on the tramway. Now, the question is ... this electricity which passes through your body ... could it be the endless nutrition of the mother that puts you into a blessed state?
I often ask myself the question, when a man penetrates, or has someone penetrate the canal of the urethra with a probe; does he transform his male organ into a female one? A penis transformed into a vagina?
Maitresse Francoise, I believe that there is some truth there. Those of us who wish to experience sex from the female perspective, yet not submit to anal intercourse, are driven to try something like this, certainly. As to my continuing fascination with electricity? I think, metaphysically, there is some merit in your thoughts there, also. Not only the nurturing aspect though … there is certainly a desire to experience the strong, irresistible, untiring, and extremely intense sensations that carefully and thoughtfully applied electro-shock can bring. Quite literally, there is no other sensory experience like it. Given the design and intent of my Creature and harnesses, there also is no possible way for the wearer to escape its application, and a Dominatrix can, quite literally, if the wearer is trained for long enough periods in The Creature, change that person’s life.
This thought and knowledge alone is a frightening thing to contemplate, and so there MUST be an element of deep trust by the wearer. He or she has to trust their ‘controller’ utterly. Compassion and empathy on the part of the one who handles the inputs is an absolute, and without it, that person is nothing more than cruelty personified.
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